Hunger
Jongin [ M ] [ 18+ / Angst ] [ Hunger Masterlist ] [ Main Masterlist ]
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Sweaty bodies pushed past each other on the floor below, dim blue and red lights tracing their way throughout the crowd of people getting lost in the music flowing from the speakers. Your rings glinted in the light, the corners of your lips quirking up as you admired the way the gold sparkled, oozing wealth. The smell of cigarettes wafted at your nose, a few men smoking around around a table a few feet away on the balcony of the club. The sound of a throat clearing behind you made your head turn, bleached strands of hair brushing against your bare back, the scathingly low cut dress dipping below your spine.
“Ms. Park?”
The bartender smirked at you, his eyes darting to the top of your chest before returning to your face, pushing a glass towards your body with a slight nod of his head. “Do you need anything else?”
Your head shook, fingers dipping into the glass to grasp the dark cherry out of your whiskey sour, popping it between your lips at a painfully slow pace for the tattooed boy before you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as you chewed. A deep chuckle fell from his lips as he rose an eyebrow, the slit on your thigh spreading a bit as you sat on one of the stools before you as he spoke.
“I thought your father said you were out of town.”
“I got back this morning.” You hummed the words, focusing your gaze on the liquid in your cup as you swirled it around the glass before taking a sip, glancing up at him. “When was he here?”
“Last week.” His head nodded backwards, as if indicating it was ages ago, before his body was moving down the bar with a slight nod in your direction, going to help a couple snapping their fingers in his direction.
Your father was a powerful man, head of the Park family and backed by many. He was born into it, the line of power in your city always containing the Park name somewhere in the top. Money was potent, and the games people would play to get it were dangerous. Somehow you were born into it all, a silver spoon at your lips from day one and men with guns babysitters over nannies. From a young age you and your siblings were taught how much you mattered more than others, and how to get what you wanted.
Sometimes you had to play unfairly.
Things were different for you than your sibling, your brother taught how to shoot a gun and threaten people with his strength, while you were taught to use your body as a weapon, your words as the rope pinning someone down before your kill. You’d never had to hurt someone like he had. You’d seen it, sure, but you got numb to the color red draining from someone's lips far too early to care. You didn’t get stuck doing the dirty work, instead being sent out to woo other families and soften the blows of bad news with a charming smile and wave of your fingers.
Being the infamous Mr.Park’s only daughter had its perks; wealth, power, a name that made people respect and fear getting on your bad side. When you weren’t out for your father serving as arm candy or an errand boy for his concerns, you spent your time in luxurious houses wherever you wanted, surrounded by the company of any man so lucky to be graced by your presence.
One day soon you’d be made someone’s wife, a non too uncommon occurrence for families in the business yours were in, marriage was a powerful enough connection to end years long rivalries and disputes. Your brother had all been married off, to another family to expand the reign the Parks seem to have over everyone, but you were destined for more. You would be passed off to others rather than bringing more in, drawing an invisible line of gold to the higher ups than ran the country and solidifying the position of the Parks at the top.
Beside the Parks, however, were the Kims.
The Kims had just as much influence and money as your family did, your families had all but ruled the city for years as not partners but reluctant allies, peace between them but minor assaults with the lower downs. For most of your childhood you were stuck around them, events and weddings and dinners every week that made the faces of their children just as common as your own siblings. They had three boys; Minseok, Jongdae, and Kai.
For much of your youth it was assumed by many you’d be married off to Kai, his good looks enviable to most of the people he met, tall stature and broad shoulders enough to make even the greatest of men shrink smaller in his presence. He was just a year older than you, just as aware of the toxicity of the world around him as you were, and just as fucked up from it.
You hated him and he hated you, and with age it had become part of your duty.
You’d always found him intoxicating and insufferable.
From the way he made it a point to seek you out and push your buttons, to the moronic women he’d choose to surround himself with in his free time he knew how to get under your skin, just as you did his. You were far too similar to the point of distaste, which was only fueled when your families had their falling out when you were just a preteen. Your fathers both wanted the same woman and when yours won it was an all out war, one that had carried on long after your father divorced her and moved on to the next like a used napkin.
You’d gone from seeing the Kims weekly to on rare occasions like weddings and parties only the elite attended, watching them grow from a slow pace to quick jumps with months in between.
Everyone knew that their families were enemies, that now instead of hoping to marry their children one day to create a lasting unity they were both rushing to marry off the last children they had to the most powerful bidder for an upper hand.
Currently they were winning, rumors stirring for weeks now that Kai would be marrying Seoyoung Choi, the aristocratic daughter of one of the biggest crime lords in the country.
Your father had been fuming about it, hence your trip, sent off to deliver some confidential files to the Chois and wine and dine them for information, little of which you got past what he already knew.
A sigh fell from your lips when you realized your glass was empty, sliding it onto the surface of the marble bar top and resting your chin in your palm, a delicate pout forming on your face as you glanced around the room, a few older men giving you once over and slimy smiles as they walked past, chased by the smell of the cigars trapped in their fingers.
Something was tickling at the back of your neck that you couldn’t ignore, your gaze lifting as the bartender returned with a fresh drink, making your eyebrow raise in suspicion as you had yet to order another.
“It’s from Mr.Oh.”
Your body twisted in the direction his head nodded, landing on Sehun smiling charmingly at you from the other side of the lounge, lifting his own glass with a slight nod of his head. His white dress shirt was opened slightly, blazer unbuttoned as one of the men around him leaned down to whisper in his ear, his fingers making a come hither motion all while keeping his eyes peeled to you.
The muscles in your back tensed though you kept your composure cool, drink lifting to your lips as you watched his head turn enough to see whom Sehun had been gesturing too. You’d known it was him before he even looked, wide shoulders delicately draped in a white dress shirt, jacket thrown on the back of the armchair he was occupying. He was holding his glass with just his finger tips, arm dangling off the chair with his legs spread apart, oozing effortless sex appeal without much effort.
Kim Jongin.
Your hips swayed just a tad more than necessary as you approached the men, lips spread into a casual smile. Appearances were everything, after all, and the heat that spread through your body when Jongin’s eyes lingered on your body when you passed him to kiss Sehun’s cheek was almost addictive.
“How was your trip?” Sehun’s mouth curved into a cat like smile, eyebrows raising as a strand of his dark hair fell onto his forehead when he tilted his body slightly back, your own lowering onto the arm of his chair, his arm lazily resting low around your hips.
“Fine.” You hummed the words, sipping your drink and glancing in Jongin’s direction, his hazelnut hair pushed back and letting his bone structure shine as he spoke to his brother beside him, a smirk on his plump lips when his gaze moved in your direction lazily. “Kim.”
“Park.”
“Play nice you two, no fighting at my father’s club.” Sehun chuckled into his drink, head shaking as he glanced down at his phone, his wedding band catching the light as he tapped the screen.
“Talk to her, not me.” You rolled your eyes at the way Jongin’s confidence oozed from the words falling from his lips, his eyes focused on your bare thigh as you shifted your weight, the slit on your dress rising just enough to send a shiver up your spine.
He looked so relaxed, even with the agitation to your presence clear as day on his handsome features, though a slight fire was burning behind his eyes, like he was daring you to fight back. He had a way of tempting you, of making every space you both occupied feel too small and cramped to contain the tension that swelled like balloons the longer you spoke. It was a blessing that you didn’t see him as much these days, though sharing so many of the circles meant there was never too much time between bumps into each other.
Each one was the same.
Snide comments, annoyed glances whenever the other spoke, the occasional unnecessary touch to catch the other off guard and get a leg up. It was clear it made others uneasy, like they were waiting for that balloon of tension to pop, though it had yet to reach the point of exploding.
“What did you gentlemen get up to this evening?” Your eyes turned to Jongdae, his smile much more genuine, features far too gentle for the life the world had chosen for him. He was the middle child of the Kims, the one who ran most of the business side of their life with his wife. He was always just a bit too kind, even as children, always the one to scold his brothers for fighting too rough. He was one of the few reasons the Parks had any pleasantries with the Kims at all, his airy charm one that tamed the beast of rage that never ceased inside your father.
“Just had to handle some business uptown.” He shrugged it off like it had been nothing, but you sensed from his town it was more so something he wasn’t allowed to share. You took the cue nonetheless, head gently bobbing, turning back to Sehun when he plucked some of the fabric of your dress hanging on your thigh, lifting it up with a playful expression.
“What about you? Were you expecting to meet someone?” He sounded sexy, despite the ring on his finger, perhaps reminiscing on the months the two of you had spent thinking you’d end up husband and wife. Things hadn’t panned out with the agreement on your father’s parts, ending things but leaving the two of you as close as people like you allowed.
“No.” It was a lie, you’d come to the club hours ago to sweet talk a man your father wanted information off of but it wasn’t something you were about to share, eyes flickering over to Jongin who was too preoccupied staring at your thigh to notice yours lingering on the tattoo poking out on the skin of his tanned chest. “Just came to get a drink and see if anyone interested me enough to get my attention.”
“No luck?” Jongin’s tone was full of mock, lifted and laced with interest you knew he lacked, the muscles in his bicep flexing against the thin fabric of his shirt when he raised his glass to his lips before speaking. “How shocking.”
“Fuck off, Kai.” You all but sang the words, not an air of sting in your appearance from his attempt to piss you off, your hand raising to brush the hair from your neck, running your finger along our collar bone as his eyes narrowed at you.
He hated when you called him that, a nickname he mainly used for appearances, perhaps to keep a part of himself separate from what the people close to him got to experience.
Not that you were close. Far from it.
Still, when it came from your lips you knew it made him angry, maybe because despite your distaste for each other you’d been around him since you were children.
Maybe he took it as a sign of disrespect.
Good.
“Cut it out, would you?” Sehun groaned, his grip on you going slack as he sat up right and rubbed at his temple. “You two are giving me a headache. I’m going to get a drink, does anyone need anything?”
Jongdae nodded his head absentmindedly, Jongin waving his hand as his eyes burned holes into your skull, your attention still on Sehun as your head shook side to side.
“I’m going to head home soon, thank you though.” Your hand clasped around his arm as he stood to give it a gentle squeeze, a smile spreading on his lips while he peered down at you. His eye dropped into a wink before he left, Jongdae raising to follow him, leaving you and Jongin in a beat of silence.
The air was beginning to feel thin, your chest rising and falling once heavily from the weight of this gaze on you when you stood, one hand smoothing out your dress while the other lifted your glass to knock back the rest of your drink.
“Leaving so soon?” His eyebrows rose like he was challenging you as you began to walk closer to move past him, his leg stretching out to momentarily block your path.
“Sorry to disrupt your view of my thighs but I don’t want to bore myself with you all night.” You relished in the way his nostrils flared slightly, his arms serving as leverage as he pushed into an upright position, the space between the two of you just a bit too small. “Now move.”
“Make me.” He may have been annoyed but he was hiding it well, a smirk rising onto his lips at the childlike quip, growing a hair wider when you huffed at his response. His gaze dropped to your waist, his glass abandoned on the chair and leaving his hand to spread just a bit too low on your hip. “And don’t act so innocent. You love the attention, I know you.”
“You don’t know me.” You ignored the goosebumps rising on your thigh when his fingers splashed out wider, just barely brushing the curve of your ass. You didn’t bother putting up much of an argument, you did love the attention, the confidence it pumped into your veins, feeding the ego that lived in the depths of your mind.
“I know enough.” He hummed, his other hand raising and brushing the hair off your shoulder, grazing the skin of your neck for a heartbeat. Your palms rose to rest against his abdomen in response, feeling the muscles move when he took a sharp breath.
“And what exactly is it you know then?”
He laughed breathily, hand now wandering to your lower back as he pulled your body closer, the material of his shirt wrinkling under your fingertips.
“I know you were staring at me when I was talking to Jongdae. I know the look you get when you’ve been caught in a lie and trying to find a way out of it. I know you’ve been fucking the bartender you were talking to before Sehun called you over. I know you went out of town to see the Choi’s.” He paused for a moment before speaking again, licking his lips as he leaked in, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered just low enough for only you to hear. “I know you like the way I’m holding you right now.”
You swallowed, lips parting slightly and closing, struggling to think of what to say and cursing yourself for the cocky laugh that blew against your neck. His hand remained on your lower back, though your palms had fallen downwards towards his hips, stomachs brushing while you tried to regain your composure in the too hot room.
“So tell me,” Jongin drew the words out slowly while he dragged his finger down your bare arm “Why is it you went to see the Chois?”
“Just wanted to pay your future in-laws a hello.” He had leaned away enough to look at your face when you spoke, the corner of his eyebrow twitching with annoyance, giving your own a lip upwards. Your index fingers slipped through two of the loops on the front of his slacks near the zipper, his eyes darting down to the action though his body remained relaxed. “Tell me, have you two decided on the big day yet?”
“Jealous are we?” He sounded condescending and unfazed, though his body seemed to stiffen when you leaned in closer towards his face as he’d done to you a moment before.
“Not at all.”
“Then why are you so concerned with who I marry?”
“I like knowing what’s going on, I guess.” Your shoulders rose and fell as you flashed him a flirty smile, hands moving to his chest, which you patted before stepping back from him glancing towards the door and thinking about your waiting car outback. “Just happy it won’t be me.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
He watched you as you moved around him without a goodbye, acting as if the absence of his warmth on the bare skin of your lower back didn’t make your teeth clench. His own hands were flattening out the front of his shirt, bottom lip jutted out slightly as he blew a piece of hair off his forehead that had fallen forward.
You hated the way it made heat crawl up your spine while you pushed the exit door open, throat feeling tight while your fingers toyed at one of the rings on your fingers. Agitation started to claw at your chest, angry that you hadn’t stopped him from getting to you sooner, more angry that you liked the way it felt to have his skin on yours.
God, it felt good.
Your eyes squeezed shut for a moment, hands curling into fists at the mental image of his face up close replaced in your mind, the smell of his cologne lingering on your dress from your bodies pressing together. It was dangerous, being so close, people could have seen you or either one of you could have slipped and mentioned something the other couldn’t know.
It was a risky game and tonight you were a willing participant, blood pumping from the way he’d gripped you. From the way his lips had brushed your ear and sent your stomach into a frenzy so wild it was hard to keep your composure.
This was Kim Jongin.
Someone you hated.
Someone you had to hate.
And you let him start to get to you.
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Seoyoung Choi looked stunning in the long navy blue dress flowing from her delicate body, a laugh floating from her lips too far away for you to hear, the large ballroom of the Choi’s family estate full of enough wanted men to make the police weak in the knees. Seoyoung was holding onto her fiance, diamond ring big enough to see even from across the room, the black of his blazer on his arm beneath it enough to make it pop. Jongin’s lips were spread into a smile as he chatted with a few older men surrounding him and his bride to be with good wishes.
It made your stomach churn, ears ringing, all but drowning out the clueless man beside you, his hand too low on your back as he laughed at the words coming from his friend's mouth nearby.
Chanyeol’s response was enough to send the gentlemen into harder fits of giggles, his eyes subtly rolling as he knocked back the rest of his drink, eyes darting to yours before his hand came to rest on your back. You rustled up a fake laugh on cue, excusing the pair of you into the sea of people, reluctantly migrating in the couple’s direction, politely smiling at each face that bowed in respectful hellos.
“This is miserable.” You sighed the words as your fingers wrapped around the glass from a passing server’s tray, sipping at it while Chanyeol glanced down at you.
The two of you were only a year apart in age, your father’s first wife the only woman he’d had children with despite the pressure it put on the both of you to not let him down. Sure, being his only daughter had its cons, but being the only son was a different world to your own. Chanyeol would be left to run things one day, the eldest child’s right. His big eyes and gentle smile hid the fearless man inside, more accustomed to late night business to attend to than the lavish parties with stuffy guests.
“You should be used to this by now.” He chuckled, his fingers raising to scrape through his combed back hair, a puff of air blowing past his lips. His eyes trailed over to Jongin and Seoyoung, the pair of you holding back from the obligatory hello while they chatted with some other guests. “I’m the one dying over here. First night off in weeks and I’m stuck here celebrating that prick.”
The announcement had come a week ago, splashing the pages of a few papers and an entire page in the weddings section. ‘Kim Jongin to marry Seoyoung Choi’ was the simple text you’d gotten from your father that afternoon, words loaded with more anger than they conveyed. The line of power trickled down like a pyramid, and the only person above the Chois was the Head Boss himself.
It was a blow to your father’s ego, hating the thought of the Kim’s getting that much more power, that much more leverage over him, despite the fact that he was trying to do the same thing using you. He didn’t like being beaten to the punch line, bringing out the worst parts of him that seethed for him to remain atop all others, from the top of a hill so high everyone else looked like ants so tiny down below.
He’d still insisted you and your brother should go to the dinner and party the Chois were hosting to celebrate the engagement news, inviting people from all the most influential groups to come toast to the happy couple.
Disgusting.
As much as you wanted to protest you were smart enough to know better. As much as the Parks hated the Kims, they would now have the Choi’s on their side and you couldn’t afford to threaten losing their kindness.
“Do you think they even like each other?” The words flowed out softly when Chanyeol glanced at you, his eyebrows raising in response as his footsteps began again.
“Does it matter?” He laughed lightly, hand finding its way to your back to guide you forward towards them, body craned down to whisper in your ear “Just be glad it isn’t you.”
You could have been his bride.
“Seoyoung...Kai.” Your lips were tugged into a beautiful smile when you reached them, voice your usual flirty calm while you crossed a leg in front of the other, the black of your dress clinging to your chest and hips before cutting off just below your knees. You brushed off your previous thought as you bowed your head slightly forward. “Congratulations.”
Jongin’s head raised with eyebrows furrowed together for a brief moment, interest peaked away from the conversation with an older woman beside him that had his face painted with boredom. A spark trickled down your back when his lip raised slightly, recognizing it was you, a cocky air rising over his figure as Seoyoung, all the unwise, spoke beside him.
“Thank you, we’re thrilled you could both make it.”
“Speak for yourself.” Jongin murmured the words just loud enough to make your teeth bite at your lips to keep them shut, the smug smile that pulled tighter on his mouth proving he was liking making you squirm. He knew how much your family must have hated this news, despite however he may have felt about it. He could have done a lot worse than Seoyoung, you suspected, despite the position of power also holding a lot more risk of harm.
“What was that dear?” Seoyoung rose an eyebrow, turning her head towards him with the genuine concern of an innocent child. “I didn’t hear you.”
Dear.
The word made your nostrils flare subconsciously, eyes lingering over Jongin as he smiled at her and shook his head like it was nothing, his fingers raising to push some hair behind her ear. Her cheeks ignited a soft pink, making you resist the urge to roll your eyes. The action looked soft, entirely unlike Jongin’s appearance just a mere moment ago, his eyes comforting his wife to be into a nod and shy laugh.
Your hands moved to fold in front of your stomach, subconsciously spinning the rings on your fingers as Seoyoung’s head turned back towards Chanyeol as he spoke. Your head turned to her, vision trained on her face as she spoke casually with him, but the words did not register in your ears. A group pushing past behind you caused your body to move forward, ending up beside Jongin while Chanyeol stood near Seoyoung, your brother’s hands moving animatedly and eliciting laughter from Seoyoung.
A beat past as the air in the room grew still, their chatter sounding miles away as your kept your eyes anywhere but on Jongin, vaguely aware of his gaze on the side of your face. His cologne was just strong enough to fill your senses, the memory of his body so close to yours not that long ago in the club enough to make it difficult for you to swallow.
You wished someone would deck you hard enough to knock sense into you, feeling somewhat unlike yourself.
Finding out he was engaged seemed to bother you somewhere down inside, the familiar bickering you’d both grown accustomed to now feeling like too much effort. The sexual tension had been building there in the depths of your minds where you could ignore it for years, and perhaps now you were left feeling like it led to nowhere.
Had you wanted it to lead somewhere?
Had he?
“What’s with you?” Your body turned just enough to face Jongin, his deep voice cutting through the haze clouding your mind, lips automatically forming into a small scowl from the way his eyes traveled across your body.
“Nothing’s with me.”
“You’re being quiet.”
“Just not interested in talking to you.” You chose to ignore the small step closer to your side he took, Seoyoung having dropped his arm when she moved to cover her face in a laugh.
“Now, now, you’re supposed to be here celebrating me.” The grin on his lips would have been incredibly sexy if it hadn’t made your muscles tighten, one of his eyebrows raising like a challenge, like he was trying to bait you into the familiar game of spitting seething words at each other.
You remained silent for a moment, mind wandering back to the thought that it could have been you with the diamond ring on his finger. It could have been you bearing the Kim name for as long as he’d have you. It could have been you he’d come home to at night, you who got the gentle touches he’d just been giving Seoyoung.
“Seriously, what’s with you?” Jongin’s eyebrow had dropped, his face growing blank when you didn’t respond as quickly as usual, your eyes flitting down to his suit jacket while your shoulders rose and fell casually. “Is someone jealous?”
You scoffed, eyes rolling in your skull at a painfully slow pace, hip popping out when you rested one hand against it.
“Jealous? Of what? Your new business deal?” You’d leaned in slightly so the words were only loud enough for his ears, head bobbing in the direction of his fiance not so far behind him. The bitter tone laced in your tongue was strong, the chatter of the party background noise for the growing symphony of thoughts in your mind. “Congratulations on the trophy wife, can’t wait to see your kids on the Christmas cards.”
“Sounds like jealousy to me.” His eyes narrowed at your own, trailing down to your lips for a moment before he cleared his throat. You tensed up, feeling his fingertips brushing against the back of your hand, like a ghost that vanished in a moment.
“Bite me.”
“Only if you ask nicely.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” The air was getting thick, blood pounding in your eardrums when his hand grazed your own again, this time trickling against your palm while his eyes carried back upwards, your volume low. Your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest despite the confident tone.
His eyes glued onto your own, both of your chests rising and falling just a tad more quickly than everyone else's, neither one of you wanting to be the one who backed down, threatening the other to make a move, like a game of chest between two champions.
“Maybe I would.”
“Don’t you ladies look beautiful this evening.”
The pair of your heads turned at the quiet but powerful voice, bodies separating a foot apart so quickly it would have been missed with a blink, Jongin’s words repeating in your brain like a busted record.
Maybe I would.
“Mr.Lee.” Chanyeol’s head lowered quickly, the rest of yours quickly doing the same, body feeling overwhelmed, veins full of electricity when you took a quick glance at Jongin. Your chest felt red and blotchy and you prayed it didn’t show, that the confident smile on your lips when your head rose to meet Lee Donghae’s charming gaze was enough to conceal the fire rumbling in your soul.
The head boss.
He was an elusive man, constantly needed wherever he wasn't. He hadn’t been the boss for long, his own father running things until a few years ago when he got shot in the back while out at dinner with his wife. You’d met before, but not for many years, the last time you’d seen him at your sixteenth birthday party. He was eleven years your senior but even then you remembered how you and your girlfriends giggled over his good looks.
Age had only made him more handsome, dark hair brushing his shoulder tops and pulled half up to expose his charismatic face. He’d killed many and been responsible for the harm of many more, and yet he always came across as someone who wouldn’t harm a fly, someone who would stop his car to help a turtle across the road. It was a wonder he hadn’t already gotten married, though there had never been as much focus on the matter prior to his father’s passing.
Not that no one had tried, many women spent evenings draped on his arm only to be thrown out weeks later when he found a reason to not deem them worthy, the honor of being the boss's wife, one that many families would give up most for. The power that came with the title was stronger than most others, deeming you one of the biggest targets and yet somehow supposedly untouchable.
“Thank you for coming, sir.” Jongin’s deep voice drew Donghae’s attention away from where it was lingering on your face with a lazy smile on his own mouth, your vision shifting between the two men’s exchange. “We’re honored you made the time to join us.”
“The pleasure’s mine, though you two should be out dancing and enjoying yourselves.” Donghae flashed his most charming smile, as if he didn’t have a care in the world, a man coming up behind him and bowing while passing off his drink. Donghae took a sip and let his eyes resettle on you, his eyebrows raising. “Ms.Park, would you care to join me?”
The other three pairs of eyes were on you, Chanyeol swallowing as he shifted his weight subconsciously foot to foot, perhaps from anxiety. Seoyoung was too distracted letting out a giggle when Donghae winked at her playfully.
“I’m glad you asked.” He took a step closer at your words with his hand extended, the other reaching over to set his glass on a nearby table. Your stomach did a flip as your palm raised to rest in his waiting one, the cool touch of his skin a contrast to the fire of Jongin’s a few minutes ago. The thought made your knees feel weak as you stepped closer to Donghae, letting habit guide you into his territory. “Lead the way, boss.”
His grin made you laugh lightly, his head turning towards the area of the room people were dancing as he began to lead you away, the amount of eyes on you expanding by the moment when his hands brushed down your sides to rest on your lower back and hip as you began to sway. Your body relaxed into his with the flow of the music, arms landing languidly around his shoulders, eliciting a suggestive chuckle deep from his chest as you settled into the moment.
Your bodies rocked, turning in slow circles with the chandeliers casting low glow over the bodies around you, a few whispers tickling at your ears when his lips dipped to just barely brush against your cheek.
“Did I mention you look beautiful tonight?”
“You may have.” It came out in a breathy laugh as you looked past his shoulder, eyes landing on a stony Jongin whose jaw was clenched tightly closed. Your insides tightened, lungs feeling like fruit that shrank in the blazing heat of the sun, his eyes locking onto yours and sending a jolt of adrenaline into your veins. “Thank you, though.”
“No, thank you. I’m the lucky one for getting to see such a sight.” Donghae’s words fell on mostly mute ears, your focus pouring into Jongin, his fist clenching at his sides when your body continued to turn away.
You didn’t respond, the comfortable silence growing even as his grip on you tightened enough to pull your body flush against his as the music slowed, the fire of Jongin’s gaze enough to encourage you to drop your head onto Donghae’s shoulder, his fingers brushing up and down your back in sequence.
Your brain felt like it’d been shaken in a jar for the past few hours and as a result your systems were starting to crash. It shouldn’t matter that Jongin appeared angry at the sight in front of him, it shouldn’t make him angry at all. You shouldn’t care he was engaged, shouldn’t feel a jolt of joy every time you snuck a glane in his direction and he was still watching you press against another man.
Maybe I do.
His voice drifted into your mind as your eyes floated shut for a moment, briefly picturing his body glued to yours instead of the man currently brushing his lips on the top of your head. You wished you could smell his cologne, could feel the shape of his shoulders under your fingertips while he whispered into your ear secrets for no one else. You wanted to drown in the feel of him, to swallow every drop of words that fell from his lips. Wanted to suffocate on his lips and fade away with him on top of you, suddenly so overwhelmed with the intoxicating thought of him that it was hard to focus on much else.
After the song ended you excused yourself, making up a coy smile as you muttered words about needing to use the powder room as your heels carried you away from the handsome man. Two pairs of eyes were on your back as you pushed your way out into the empty hall leading to the elevators and restroom, swallowing thickly when the bathroom door finally clicked shut behind you.
The walls felt like they were spinning, your eyes squeezing shut as the muffled party continued on through the thick walls around you. Your back leaned into the sink across from the door, hands raising to drag down your face, a soft groan falling from your lips at the frustration growing in your stomach.
You were confused, lost in your own emotions and what they meant, agitated by the churning in your stomach every time your mind wandered back to Jongin. It was too much, the sudden fury your heart was making in his proximity and the way you’d been losing the ability to wade through his haze. He was like a drug you’d yet to get a hit of, one that you’d been avoiding for too long and now just the sight of it could make your mouth water.
You were losing it.
All this chaos over Kim Jongin.
Fucking Kim Jongin.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the door pushing open, your lips parting to shout the room was occupied when his tall figure rushed in. The words hung in your throat, his hand twisting the lock behind him before he took long strides to you, hands landing on either side of your body and trapping you against the sink.
“Kai-”
“Stop fucking calling me that.” Jongin’s tone was dark, his previously perfect hair having fallen slightly onto his forehead, which was creased as his eyebrows scrunched together. You swallowed, hands gripping the counter beside his own, ears ringing and body tingling from the proximity and his clear anger. “What the hell was that?”
“What?” You wanted to curse at how weak you uttered a response, too distracted by the heat of his body radiating onto yours, his figure hovering slightly over you while his eyes stayed glued to your face.
“Since when are you so cozy with the boss?’
Something about the question set you off, perhaps because you were getting caught up enjoying the closeness of his body and now it seemed like he was just angry that maybe you were winning. Regardless, it made the fog of Jongin clear enough for your hands to push against his chest, sending him back just enough for you to push off the counter and try to shove around him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“We’re not done.” His hand was on your hip the moment you passed him, whipping your body around and pushing your back against the door with a gentle thud before you had time to react. His arm pushed against the surface beside your head, face leaning in close enough you could feel his breath fan across your face as his chest heaved in anger, your own matching the rhythm.
“Get off of me.” Despite the venom in your voice your own hands moved upwards, fisting into the collar of his blazer against his chest, feeling his heartbeat rattling against the skin. His jaw clenched and unclenched, your back arching your body towards his as his other hand grabbed at the loose fabric at the back of your dress.
“I asked you a fucking question.” It was low and threatening, sending shivers down your spine as your eyes drifted shut momentarily, his head dipping closer to your own, gaze dipping from your face to the crook of your neck as his hand began to drift downwards.
“Are you jealous, Mr.Kim?”
His lips made contact, for just a moment, with the skin of your shoulder, making you sigh and tilt your head back, it hitting the solid door with a soft bang, stomachs pressing together close enough to feel the muscles contract beneath his shirt, your finger slipping from his collar down towards the button.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, Ms.Park?” He repeated your own words back to you, husky and lazy as his lips dragged their way along your collarbone, taking advantage of your exposed neck, traveling upwards as the tension between you reached a fever pitch.
“Maybe I would.”
Your whispered quip back was cut short in an instant, his mouth crashing into yours in a fevered kiss that made you involuntarily whimper into plump lips. You grabbed at each other like you were starved and getting your first taste of food, his hand greedily gripping onto the bend of your knee, gilding your leg up around his hip as your dress pushed up your hips. His jacket was pushed open in a heartbeat, your hands pushing inside and running around his covered back as your lips separated and reattached between breaths.
“Jongin.” Your voice sounded needy, a hard breath falling from his lips as they traveled back down your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses and light bites down the skin in his wake, fingernails dragging against his shirt and hips pressing into his.
“Fuck.” He muttered, his hand against the door abandoning its post to tangle in your hair, pulling your mouth back to his as his body stumbled backwards towards the sink, body all but on top of him as the cool surface made contact with his backside.
Inside everything was exploding, the thumping of your heart in your eardrums melding with the muffled music and laughter of people a few feet away. Feeling so close to someone had never felt so good, so electric, the sensation of Jongin’s hand pushing up under your dress to claw at the skin of your hips so delicious it had you panting. You felt drunk on him. Drunk on this person you were supposed to hate and up until now wanted nothing to do with.
Your fingers haphazardly worked at the buttons of his shirt, pushing it open and detaching your mouths to press airy kisses along his collarbones, his body leaning backwards as he drank the attention in. His fingers toyed with your hair, eyes fixated on you as you trailed your fingertip along the tattoo between his pecs.
Someone knocking at the door did little to slow either of you, his hands reaching around to grab at your bottom half and pull you against his groin, the heel on your foot tapping into the tile as it made contact with the floor without him clinging to your leg.
“Jongin.” You repeated his name so lightly you almost didn’t hear it yourself, his lips tingling back up into yours, teeth dragging along your bottom lip as his fingers spread across your ass, his labored breathing making his nostrils flare and your thighs quiver, something inside you on the verge of snapping as another knock sounded at the door.
“Fuck off, it’s occupied.” Jongin’s voice sounded dark and pissed at the intrusion, barked at the door with his eyes narrowed as your bodies stilled against each other, lashes fluttering as you stared at his puffy red lips. His grip on your skin didn’t loosen, shirt hanging open and pants hanging lower on his hips, dripping authority as the sound of the feet outside the door dissipated.
The momentary pause in movement allowed your eyes to settle onto each other, a beat passing before you were separating as quickly as lightning, like the other’s touch was burning them and they’d only just noticed.
What were you doing?
His hand rose to wipe at the back of his mouth, your feet stumbling slightly as you tugged your dress back down and stepped back, trying to regain your breathing. A thousand words lingered in the air either of you had spoken, tension so thick your body felt slow as it turned and unlocked the door, slipping out with a breeze and only stopping your beeline for the elevators when you noticed the tall figure already waiting at them.
Your head lifted, thoughts a mile a minute as the door opened and closed again behind you, Jongin brushing against you as he slipped past, his hands re-buttoning his jacket and situating his hair as he entered the party without a second glance in your direction.
Chanyeol was silent as he watched him go, gaze then drifting to the bathroom door, before finally landing on you with his hand stretched towards you.
“Let’s go.” You swallowed at his authoritative tone, head turning towards the door to the party, for a brief moment wishing Jongin could slip back out and somehow save you from the burning gaze of your brother, shoulders heavy and body aching for the one man’s touch you weren’t supposed to know as Chanyeol spoke again. “Now.”
You were playing a risky game.
